If a could be the city of Hong Kong all wrapped up in one person just for you   Would your indecisive heart approve?   Well I get the feeling you'd resent me more for trying to second guess   Those things you won't talk about   But there's so little I can work with      Beside the blinking lights of the Baptist church I thought of you   And the typical thing to do would be to wonder what you're doing now   But I've studied your file, I know your story word for word    And a million to one you're still looking for yourself deep inside someone else      Do you really expect answers?   Oh, because my child of privilege   What, with all these beds you're making   You'll have to sleep in one eventually